tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post5191083622702347141..comments2023-12-11T08:19:00.272-05:00Comments on DoctorMama: Scurvy of the SoulDoctorMamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05187502628715846144noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-15793991821870860582006-12-06T01:43:00.000-05:002006-12-06T01:43:00.000-05:00Beautiful post. Thank you for writing it! I wrote ...Beautiful post. Thank you for writing it! I wrote about something similar, but from a slightly different perspective, on my blog <a href="http://abacaximamao.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-you-have-struggled-with-god.html">recently</a>.Abacaxi Mamaohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06604184268628243496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-25926862765813984322006-11-29T02:55:00.000-05:002006-11-29T02:55:00.000-05:00On my mother-in-law's 70th birthday, she came upst...On my mother-in-law's 70th birthday, she came upstairs with tears streaming down her cheeks. I was really frightened that she must have fallen or something. Instead she said, "here I am 70 years old and I still can't get over the fact that I never knew my father." Her situation was due to abandonment, which I've only ever heard her discuss matter-of-factly. She is an awesome, worldly woman Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-54489053953475441932006-11-21T16:19:00.000-05:002006-11-21T16:19:00.000-05:00Beautiful post. I love this metaphor.Beautiful post. I love this metaphor.E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10023959769203103393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-41676520667731400652006-11-20T21:41:00.000-05:002006-11-20T21:41:00.000-05:00I come from a very emotionally screwed-up family. ...I come from a very emotionally screwed-up family. A lot of bad things have happened to both my parents, and their parents, and so on back several generations.<br /> Still, when I found an old DSS file on my father's family from the 1920s detailing heart-wrenching trauma in the lives of my five-year-old father and his nine-year-old brother, when both of them were in their eighties and neither ofAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-28671007050625731572006-11-20T15:32:00.000-05:002006-11-20T15:32:00.000-05:00"Once glimpsed, the knowledge that a person who lo..."Once glimpsed, the knowledge that a person who loves you and takes care of you can disappear in an instant never goes away. It can teach you to appreciate people, but it also makes you very wary."<br /><br />Well said. I'm sorry about your dad, even after all these years. *hug*B.E.C.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17692965288646024168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-47880118559679200712006-11-20T14:14:00.000-05:002006-11-20T14:14:00.000-05:00I finally got around to putting on makeup this mor...I finally got around to putting on makeup this morning and now I am crying it off. Really good post.kimberly/tippytoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14202766525370822313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-68582590933033635802006-11-20T09:14:00.000-05:002006-11-20T09:14:00.000-05:00*hug**hug*Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15515406196912595782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-20191025619680140182006-11-20T01:21:00.000-05:002006-11-20T01:21:00.000-05:00Beautiful post.
SarahBeautiful post.<br />SarahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-20382061545716862342006-11-19T18:44:00.000-05:002006-11-19T18:44:00.000-05:00If human interaction is like vitamin C for the sou...If human interaction is like vitamin C for the soul, then blogging must be like chicken soup for the soul.Orangehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12433254398377357737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-33029747021680532662006-11-19T16:59:00.000-05:002006-11-19T16:59:00.000-05:00A very touching post. Thanks for sharing with us....A very touching post. Thanks for sharing with us. I'm very glad you blog.Ottoettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04642495388582484595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-59766859926058634762006-11-18T06:31:00.000-05:002006-11-18T06:31:00.000-05:00I'm crying too.I'm crying too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-43657380975035305642006-11-17T21:57:00.000-05:002006-11-17T21:57:00.000-05:00Amazing post.Amazing post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-41049811290282139492006-11-17T17:23:00.000-05:002006-11-17T17:23:00.000-05:00One of your best of a lot of good posts.One of your best of a lot of good posts.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089558800785760173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-29432325214704637932006-11-17T14:34:00.000-05:002006-11-17T14:34:00.000-05:00Sent over here by Sarah...and i have to say that w...Sent over here by Sarah...and i have to say that was a beautiful post.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16536809590856333391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-79556593899807375412006-11-17T09:40:00.000-05:002006-11-17T09:40:00.000-05:00This post tugs at my heart... I like the scar anal...This post tugs at my heart... I like the scar analogy (physical vs. mental). I have one significant one of each (physical scars from my daughter’s delivery, a c-section and uterine rupture repair, and emotional scars from her death) and sometimes it is hard to separate them in my mind. I've thought about both and how they are related and similar, but haven't found words as elegant as these to SWHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06571144622886527378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-54596204691841105572006-11-16T23:53:00.000-05:002006-11-16T23:53:00.000-05:00This is such a fantastic analogy and a wonderful p...This is such a fantastic analogy and a wonderful post. But it makes me wonder if the reason scars re-open is because they must be maintained in a certain way by the body. (Well, naturally!) I guess I meant, the body has to do sort of upkeep on the scar different than the upkeep on skin. (Dig my proficient use of medical terminology. Upkeep!)<br /><br />I suppose what I meant is that we must be Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-26146921442316789332006-11-16T22:45:00.000-05:002006-11-16T22:45:00.000-05:00I thoroughly enjoy your blog and am glad you keep ...I thoroughly enjoy your blog and am glad you keep blogging :-)<br /><br />My husband and I especially appreciate your honesty about your experiences with depression. If more people were as honest, there wouldn't be such a stigma about taking meds for depression and anxiety.Glendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11304081149041159520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-24885004927359127732006-11-16T22:31:00.000-05:002006-11-16T22:31:00.000-05:00Another beautiful and insightful post, DoctorMama....Another beautiful and insightful post, DoctorMama. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15583952.post-6797048362624664202006-11-16T21:25:00.000-05:002006-11-16T21:25:00.000-05:00Could you be my doctor? Seriously? I may be full...Could you be my doctor? Seriously? I may be full of pregnancy-induced hormones, but that post made me cry.Nicholehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06719994885254471769noreply@blogger.com